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A Little Beyond the Eleven Thousandth, Two Hundred and Twenty Eighth Charred Bridge...

she said,
I can't believe
you didn't come
to see me
in the hospital!
'Did so.
You were unconscious.'
You did NOT!
Where was my room?
'Right down the hall
from the nurse's station.
There was a bed
& a t.v. mounted on the wall.
See? I visited.'
You are a sack
of lying pigshit!
That's any fucking
hospital room
on earth!
I was dying,
didn't you realize
I was dying? ?
I could have
DIED, I was
DYING...! ! '
'Okay, okay,
the truth
is I'm saving
all my energy
for the tombstone.
I want to sit
there every day
& apologize
& regret
& apologize
from the time
the first sparrow chirps
to the last crackhead
wakes in the evening
and screams out
what his veins
and his gerbil-brain
are saying over & over
into his wife's ears.
I'm planning my
retirement around it.
I even have the chair
picked out, it's
got a space
for a beer can
and a remote control
built into it.
Real classy.'
'You are going
to rot in Hell.'
'Honey, hell
would be worth it
just to see
someone else
have the last word
just once.'

poem by W.B. Keckler
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I want to walk into a room, be it a hospital for the dying or a hospital for the sick children, and feel that I am needed. I want to do, not just to be.

quote by Princess Diana
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Watching the Nurses Station

Sometimes, it seems so funny
Looking at the nurses station
From my fathers hospital room
When he's in the hospital

Once in a while one will hay hi
And they probable feel funny
But, what can you do about it
When his room is right aacross
From the nurses station

The chair is set just right
Do that you can see them
And you're not looking at them
You're just looking that way

poem by Jerry Abrahamson
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A Public Apology

Public apologies are the new confessional.

So here goes.

I apologize for not knowing where to start with my apologies.

I apologize for being tainted with the sins of Adam.

I apologize for blaming Eve for the sins of Adam.

I apologize to the Serpent, who was just following orders.

I apologize for the seductiveness of ripe apples on the Tree of Knowledge. I just didn’t know at the time.

I apologize for not taking Genesis 1 literally.

I apologize for not appreciating the allegorical significance of Genesis 1.

I apologize for blaming the Jews for crucifying Christ.

I apologize for not being quicker to blame the relevant parties for the crucifixion of Christ.

I apologize for not giving independence to America sooner.

I apologize to the Native Americans for invading their great God’s-own country.

I apologize to the Native Americans for not stopping them sooner from killing each other’s tribes.

I apologize for entering into business agreements with the chiefs of certain coastal African tribes to bring their captives from their tribal wars to resolve America’s manpower shortage.

I apologize for dwelling on the sufferings of my family in the Holocaust, without considering the mental and emotional agony of those obliged to follow orders to massacre them.

I apologize for messing with Iraq.

I apologize for not doing a better job of messing with Iraq.

I apologize for not being Politically Correct.

I apologize for being Politically Correct.

I apologize for throwing all these things in your face and encouraging you to feel complicit in my guilt.

I apologize for not apologizing sooner.

I apologize for all the things I haven’t the imagination and humanity to apologize for.

Oh to hell with it.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Baby I Apologize

Love my baby in the afternoon,
But shes crying, crying
Told my baby in the afternoon,
But she dont like it she dont like it
Baby used to love me so
Baby I apologize
For telling them dirty lies
I had my fun but now its done
Baby I apologize
Love you in the morning in the evening too
But she wont do what I want to
Kicked me out of my own front room
For my lyen my dirty lyin
Baby I apologize
For telling them dirty lies
I had my fun but now its done
Baby I apologize
You know my darling
I was a broken man
All my dreams had fell apart
And then a voice from above
Told me the truth of the world we live
And my darling, Id just like to say one more time
Please come back
Baby I apologize
For telling them dirty lies
I had my fun but now its done
Baby I apologize
Love you in the morning in the evening too
But she wont do what I want to
Kicked me out of my own front room
For my lyin my dirty lyin
Baby used to love me so
Baby I apologize
For telling them dirty lies
I had my fun but now its done
Baby I apologize
Baby I apologize
For telling them dirty lies
I had my fun but now its done
Baby I apologize

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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The Departing Wish

The dying body wanted to say something
Too frail, it spoke only with eyes
One can do little around the time it dies!
The wife, the son, the ones close to him
Pressed the ears on the faintly parting lips
Death is surely winning, yea, its scale tips!
The body lay dying with just enough to cover shame
Audience was the living witness, of this silent mayhem
Eager to know the last word, or some last name!
The dying’s eyes dilated before they narrowed to slit
It couldn’t say, they didn’t know, what was it?
“Naked I was born, and make me that as I perish,
Remove my clothes”, was its last departing wish!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Dying

I'm Dying, Dying to wake up without you, without you in my head again
I'm Dying, Dying to forget about you, that you ever lived
There's a shade come over this heart that's coping with laying down to rest
I'm Dying to live without you again
I'm Dying, Dying to find a distraction, get you away from me
I'm Dying, Dying to reach a conclusion, so that the world can see
It's the same old story of love and glory that broke before it bent
I'm Dying to live without you again
The first time you left I said goodbye
Now there's not a prayer that can survive
Dying, Dying to die just to come back so we can meet again
Dying, Dying to say what I always should have said
It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this
As long as there's a breath...
I'm Dying and I can't live without you again
It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this
As long as there's a breath...
I'm Dying and I can't live without you
I'm Dying and I can't live without you again

song performed by by Five For Fighting
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The Ambulance that Got Away

When Grandpa suffered a turn, we
Called the ambulance, right away,
They strapped him onto a gurney
So he couldn't sit up, or sway,
‘We'll see you up at the hospital, '
We cried, as we waved him well,
The ambulance went with bells and lights
Like a demon bound for hell!

Grandma wasn't at home, we
Had to phone her on the cell,
She couldn't come back just then, she said
She was having a fainting spell,
So we waited until he was settled in
Then drove in a convoy down,
To the hospital at Ullarook,
Just fifty miles from town.

The nurse at the desk said: ‘No-one here
By the name of Alfred Groom,
We only have private patients here,
We bed them, one to a room,
If he hasn't got private cover, then
You'll have to look elsewhere,
Maybe the ambulance took him off
To the hospital at Bulnare.'

We phoned the hospital at Bulnare:
‘He hasn't been seen round here,
There was an ambulance, come to think,
But he left with a flea in his ear!
We don't take patients from out of town
There's few enough beds for us,
He's probably over at Gundacoot,
They run their own private bus.'

We drove ten miles to Gundacoot,
An ambulance sat in the drive,
We thought, ‘Thank God, he must be here!
Let's hope that he's still alive! '
We all raced in through the sliding doors
And crowded around the Nurse:
‘Who? Alfred Groom, in a private room?
Not here! ' We left with a curse!

We split up the convoy into two,
I drove to the nearest town,
A middling place called Jerribee
With a hospital, quite run down,
‘The government cut our funding, '
Said the Nurse in the parking bay,
‘We shut down twenty beds last week,
Your Dad isn't here today.'

My son had travelled the other way
To Inkermine on the coast,
The hospital there had a hundred beds
The locals were wont to boast,
‘He's isn't here, but the ambulance
Was spotted on leaving town, '
My son had sighed on his endless ride
When he called on the mobile phone.

That night when Grandma got her breath
She went to the ambulance place,
She battered him with her umbrella
Knocking his glasses clean off his face:
‘Where did you take him, tell me now
Or I'll have to call the police!
What? Are your ears painted on! '
‘We took him to Bungaleese! '

The only place that would take him was
The Medical Clinic there,
It isn't even a hospital
And you sit on a leather chair,
When we finally got to Bungaleese
Grandpa could barely talk,
We said, ‘We'll get you an ambulance! '
‘No thanks, ' he growled, ‘I'll walk! '

29 August 2012

poem by David Lewis Paget
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I Feel Like....

I feel like dying dying
Dying without you,
To leave this body,
To take a new.

It's not that I
Hate this night;
It's not that I
Have lost my right..

But I'm dying dying
Dying without you
To leave this present
To embrace a new.

None will mourn here
No heart-break;
No swan-song,
Not one inch's shake..

But, I feel like dying
Dying without you
To yield this robe,
To wear a new.

The secs of hour
Gapes me now....
Time pulls I know,
Inevitably how;

Still I feel like,
Dying, dying without you,
To take another life,
To get the new! !

poem by Nilakshi Das
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Dying Words

My words to her
There dying
It was a warning
I made that so clear
But every time
She Ignores them
I don't want to help
But I must
I don't like to see her in pain
So I listen
No matter what its about
I will listen
These dying words
Where a warning
That I didn't want to
But these words
I spoke of
Are dying
I may say them again
But I cant handle seeing her in pain
Why could you just see
That I warned you
You did it again
And now these words
are dying
Just lost in the past
So these are my dying words
I'm not helping you
If you get hurt this time'
You just laughed at the now dying words
I guess now you must learn
There are no happy endings
At least not yet
These are my dying words...
Lost in a memory...

poem by Lizzy Henry
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Forgivness

Forgiveness.

It was dawn in Calcutta; I had spent the night in
a bar with no name, when I came upon a hospital
in a side street, a place for the dying. Two nurses
in white uniforms with blue borders - they were
nuns- twins, poke marked, elderly, had prominent
noses and dark penetrating eyes. They led me to
a room were an ancient woman lie dying on a mat,
she smiled held out her hand and asked me what
had taken me so long? I told her of my endless
journeying, all the obstacles in my way and how
I regretted my lateness. She smiled glad that she
could see me a last time; then she died. Twilight,
long shadows a day was ending and I had been
forgiven for not knowing I was loved and missed.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Remote Control

Things get hectic quick
From the satellite dish to your joy stick
Its the night of the living cable box
Wires coming up from around the block
Remote control to change the station
But that wont change your situation
Have you seen what I mean
Im the little gnome thats in your dreams
So I say this rhyme built by design
To take you beyond space and time
Said who is the man making diamonds out of coal
The man pushing buttons on remote control
Remote I want control
Remote I want control
Until your backs up against the wall
You never know yourself that much at all
So youve got to share your love with a friend
Thats all that youve got left in the end
Living in this city of pure confusion
People misled by their own illusion
All this action, no satisfaction
Were all linked together like a chain reaction
Play or fold, love is bold
What is the future that will unfold?
Some like it hot, others like it cold
But we all want to hold the remote control
Remote I want control
Remote I want control
Remote I want control
Remote I want control
Things get hectic quick
All of the sudden Im in the thick
Too much drama all around
Distractions booming in sensuround
Like a rainy days earth wont sit still
Sliding on down a hill
Sometimes life it seems to stall
So never be ungrateful yall
So I got a little something for your pay per view
Like don king Ive got the crazy hair do
Weve got cameras on mars on space patrol
Controlled on earth by remote control
Go to top

song performed by by Beastie Boys
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A Child Is Dying

for every tree you cut down,
a child is dying.
for every barrel of oil that
you drill and spill,
a child is dying.
for every coal mine you
rape the earth with,
a child is dying.
for all the nuclear waste
you cannot dispose of,
a child is dying.

for every country you bomb,
a child is dying.
for every chemical you spray
on your vegetables,
a child is dying.

for every river you dam & drain,
a child is dying.
for every oil field you own,
a child is dying.

for every animal you drive
to the brink of extinction,
a child is dying.
for every smokestack, every sweatshop,
and every synthetic thought,
a child is dying.

for every tree you cut down....

poem by Eric Cockrell
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In His Hands

Driven conversations, even I can read
Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream
Taking medications, in the back of the room
Driven conversations, he died in June.
See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
He's dying in his room
He's dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I don't care
Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind
Giving conversations to a friend of mine
Giving medications, in a lighted room
Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I don't care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, even you
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I don't care
We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind
Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time
Giving conversations, to whom they don't know
Taking medications till my stomach's full.
See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I don't love him, I don't care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we don't care In His Room

song performed by by Nirvana
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State Of Illusion

Living in confusion
State of illusion
Tied in a knot
Of have and have what

Isit a pity
To desyroy a city
Dying alone
On the telephone

Hoping to see
Something in me
That will expell
Me from this hell

Sad to say
I'll die someday
Wish i could be
Happy and free
But as it is
I have no biz
Imagine that
To feed the fat cats

Crying away
Each lying day
Easy to see
This is just me

Life is a crime
I'm doing time
Inside a cell
My own man made hell

The world i'm in
Riddled with sin
To live each dy
Locked up this way

When there should be
Some therapy
To help the souls
Lost in their woes

State of illusion
A bad contusion
Dying away
Each lying day

poem by Talile Ali
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In His Room / In His Hands / Verse Chorus Verse

Driven conversations, even I can read
Wouldnt want to fake it, and Im tired of this dream (not sure about this sentence)
Taking medications, in the back of the room
Driven conversations, he died in june.
See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
Hes dying in his room
Hes dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I dont care
Wouldnt want to fake it, well I dont mind
Giving conversations to a friend of mine
Giving medications, in a lighted room
Wouldnt want to fake it, I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I dont care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, even you
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I dont care
Were not gonna make it, well I dont mind
Wouldnt want to fake it, but I have this time
Giving conversations, to whom they dont know
Taking medications till my stomachs full.
See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I dont love him, I dont care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we dont care in his room
From outcesticide ii.

song performed by by Nirvana
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People's Lying

People's lying here, people's lying there
People's lying everywhere
People's dying here, people's dying there
People's dying everywhere

People's dying 'cos people's lying
People's crying 'cos people's lying
People's denying that they is lying
No-one's defying all this lying

Even people who's dying still keep lying
So more people's crying
More people's dying
'Cos people's only know lying

(Sydney, Australia - 2007)

poem by Alessandra Liverani
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Dying

Dying
Youve seen the crippled dance
Give me your money baby, nows your chance
Your lies like cyanide
I am so dumb
Just beam me up
Ive had it all forever
Ive had enough
Remember, you promised me...
Im dying, Im dying please
I want to, I need to be...
Under your skin
Our love is quicksand, so easy to drown
They steal the gravity out from moving ground
Remember, you promised me...
Im dying, Im dying please
I want to I need to be...
Under your skin
And now I understand
You leave with everything
You leave with everything I am
In the rain
And I now I know that love is dead
You come to bury me
Theres nothing left here to pretend..
Remember you promised me...
Im dying, Im dying please
I want to, I need to be...
Under your skin
Im dying Im dying please
Im dying Im dying please
Im dying Im dying please
Under your skin
Under your skin

song performed by by Hole
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A Woman Dying

In a room, bedridden in pain,
And death lurking at the gate,
She lay there dying.
No one could see the tears
she's crying.
The husband sent out the
daughter
Who came back with a bottle
of medicine that is bitter.
I hope this will make you
feel better.
But that cancer is growing
even larger;
We should take her to a hospital;
But from where will I find
the naira?

poem by Efe Benjamin
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I'm Sorry! !

Sorry for the time I disturb you,
Sorry for the time I couldn't walk with you,
Sorry for the time I hurt you,
Sorry for the time I burst on you...

I'm sorry for you were sad and I was not there,
I'm sorry for you were messed-up and I was unaware,
I'm sorry for I forgot your birthday,
I'm sorry for the things that I did not say,

I apologize that I didn't like or comment on your facebook status,
I regret that I didn't send you scarps on Christmas,
I feel pity for all my wrong rally,
Whether they were done knowing or unknowingly...

poem by Harmeet Saluja
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Wild Child

im a wild child
thats what they say
im a wild child
till my dying day
im a wild child
and you wont regret
cuz ill bring a party
that youll never forget

they say that im crazy
that ill never calm down
so you better watch out
when i come to your town
dont listen dont care
you cant controle me
if you know whats good for you
just let me be

cuz im a wild child
thats what they say
im a wild child
till my dying day
im a wild child
and im neva gonna change
im an uncontrolable beast
that you just cant cage

when i was younger they used to
lock me in my room
hoping and praying
that ill calm down soon
they dont understand
that im neva gona stop
i just broke free
somone call a cop

cuz im a wild child
thats what they say
im a wild child
till my dying day
im a wild child
im hell on wheels
dont diss it dont play
till you know how it feels!

poem by Helena Dombrowski
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